Rewind

Something forgotten, left behind Making her wish to hit rewind a former self she used to know and all the happiness she used to show a perfect little girl with her dressy twirl Now an angry teen changed by a world, too mean contorted by fits of rage putting herself in center stage forsaken by love only finding the type that needs a glove Nothing of what she used to be The soul that was so free from all the pain now left broken and stained A look in the mirror was a daily reminder So blew her thoughs behind her Now broken on the floor To remember the pain no more

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